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The cavalry general Wang Wuzi was the uncle of Wei Jie. He was handsome and elegant. Whenever he saw Jie, he would sigh and say, "I feel so ugly when I have such a wealth of talent around me!"
The death of the emperor is called Beng, the death of the princes is called Hong, the death of the officials is called Zu, the death of the scholars is called Bulu, and the death of the common people is called Si. The body on the bed is called Shi, and the body in the coffin is called Ju. Feathered birds are called Jiang, and four-legged birds are called Zi. Dead bandits are called Bing.
General Yu looked at Zhonglang Yu and said: "I came from home and talked with him."
Huan's chariot was on the top and he went hunting in the morning. News arrived from the east, reporting a great victory on the Huai River. He said to his attendants, "We are all young and have defeated the bandits." He then fell ill and died. Those who talked about it thought that this death was better than giving up the throne to Yang.
Xuanwu moved his town to Nanzhou and made the streets straight. Someone said to Wang Dongting: "When the Prime Minister first built Jiankang, he had no successor, and his arrangements were tortuous. This is inferior." Dongting said: "This is why the Prime Minister is clever. The land of Jiangzuo is small, not as good as that of China. If the roads were smooth, we could see everything at a glance. Therefore, the arrangements are tortuous and seem unpredictable."
King Wen of Jin had great merits and virtues, and he sat at the table with solemnity and respect, worthy of a king. Only Ruan Ji was sitting there, sitting cross-legged, whistling and singing, feeling relaxed and at ease.
Wang Ziyou and Zijing were both seriously ill, but Zijing died first. Ziyou asked his attendants, "Why haven't we heard any news? He is already dead!" He showed no sadness at all when he spoke. They asked for a sedan chair and came to the funeral, but did not cry. Zijing had always loved the zither, so he went straight in and sat on the coffin, took out Zijing's zither and played it. When the strings were out of tune, he threw it to the ground and said, "Zijing! Zijing! Both you and the zither are gone." He was in grief for a long time, and died more than a month later.
He Huqi's younger brother wanted to avoid the world because of his noble sentiments, but Huqi persuaded him to take up an official post. He replied, "I am ranked fifth, why should I reduce the number of cavalry?"
When Fotucheng was traveling with the various stones, Mr. Lin said, "Cheng regarded the stone tiger as a seagull."
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